Tuesday, November 8, 2005

Journal, October 29-November 3 -- Rio Bravo

The bunkhouse! Ahh, the bunkhouse! We all slept in one large open building on bunks. The building had no air-conditioning, but did have some of the largest free standing fans you have ever seen. They sounded like aircraft propellors turning.

One night in particular, I was awakened by threatening sounds. Startled and in that never-never land between alertness and sleep, I thought we were in the middle of a bombing raid! A combination of multiple snorers and the whirring of those giant fans nearly caused me to yell out, "Air raid -- In-coming!"